Everyone: Surprise! Baby shower.
Marge: Baby shower? You _know_ I haven't told Homer yet, and
he'll be home any minute.
Patty+Selma: [mocking] Oh _really_?
[the door opens]
Marge: [gasps, sees no one there] Phew! [starts to close the
door]
Homer: [barging in] Hey, it's me. It's hell out there!
[notices everyone standing around]
Hey, wait a minute. What are all these presents? It looks
like you're..._showering_ Marge with gifts. Hmm...with
little, tiny baby-sized gifts. Well, I'll be in the tub.
[walks up stairs]
Maude: By the way, congratulations on your new job, Homer.
Homer: New job? ...Marge is pregnant?! [pulls hair out] Noooooo!
[runs up stairs screaming, slams bedroom door]
-- Homer infers an exceedingly indirect inference,
"And Maggie Makes Three"